crossing the line mentally

waiting patiently
already decided that maybe
this one
could be one worth fighting
for

the desire
the want
the scent
the fascination
the intensity
the sound of a piano suddenly
losing its tune
and now
karma needs to be settled

my backs on the rope
ready to dodge another
blow
frustrated but willing to
go forward

sweat dripping down
into my eyes
clogging my vision
but I can see she is
feeling the same
way

the foolish
gefecht
is
over